So where have I been all week? You wouldn’t believe it if I told you. So I’ll have to tell you: I was at the Esalen Institute in Big Sur, the infamous home of new age spirituality where, I couldn’t help but notice, the “clothes optional” rule is still in effect. (I’ve written before about Esalen here and here.) I couldn’t resist the chance to unleash my inner Hunter S. Thompson (he once worked the front gate at Esalen, and who knows what else. . .)
Esalen has no cellular reception, and not much Internet capability either. (Doesn’t Esalen know that WiFi is a human right now? Paul’s governor, Martin O’Malley, says so.) But hey—who needs Internet or cell service when you have astral projection, TM, and ESP up and working? I tried to post to Power Line with ESP, but somehow I couldn’t get it going—my brain kept saying back to me, “Don’t you mean ESPN??”—nor did I find my inner chakra, though the organic food seemed to have more than its share of okra. Which didn’t help nearly enough.
Here’s a short highlight reel. Not to worry! I am way too old school to exercise any of the new age options of underwardrobed hippies.